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Pain shot up my spine. I whimpered quietly so as not to wake the sleeping man behind me. His soft breathing stopped for a moment before resuming its rhythmic pattern. I shifted, bitting back the discomfort to finish the last part of his pants legs. I was so close. If I could finish, I could spend the whole day resting. Another sharp pain forced me to breathe deeply to bite back a noise. I looked down at my swelling hands, wanting everything to cooperate so I could be done. The stitching I was doing required me to do so by hand. It was intricate but elevated the simple suit to new heights. I had twenty more minutes tops. I just needed to push forward. Forcing my mind off the pain. I hummed to the theme song of the child show Jake wanted me to see. He lasted two episodes before crashing